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thegnomelord · 8 months

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PLEASEEEEE UR IDEA WITH MAGE M!READER AND MONSTER!COD MEN I'D LOVE THAT SO FICKING MUCH AND YES I AGREE THERE IS A LACK OF ALL THE VIOLENCE

Pov of how the world sees the reader Vs how TF141 reader :D. I'm in the middle of writing the first chapter of a fic with this idea, but guess who contracted TB like some coal miner 😞, me! So here's a sneak peak for the sort of vibe I'm going for while I'm trying to recover:

P.S: Ya'll are free to suggest/requests with this idea cause!

P.S.S: Check out bluegiragi who came up with this AU and give her some love!

Mages and Monsters

Mages are strange creatures.

In a world so full of monstrous hybrids and mythical creatures, mages sit on the proverbial line separating man from monster, stuck in both worlds without any hope of fitting in either one.

Because outwardly, they're average. No different from the billions of other humans. They're not born with the marks of monsterdom; they don't possess horns or leathery scales to shrug off small caliber bullets like dragons do, nor the claws and bone crushing jaws of werewolves, not feathered wings and razor sharp talons of harpies, nor the wraiths ghostly ability to become immaterial.

Outwardly, they're average. Ordinary. Mundane. Human...

Almost.

Because Price and Ghost are experienced enough to see the thing laying beneath the paper thin veneer of normality, are seasoned enough to quickly notice the one thing that puts an 'in' before a mage's 'human' description — Magic. Not the smoke and mirror kind magicians or charlatans use to swindle tourists out of money, but real magic.

The ancient kind, the capricious kind, slumbering like a beast inside the hollowed out cavern of a heart until it awakens with a terrible bloodlust. Each of them can attest to this; Price sports gnarled patched of scar tissue on the scaleless parts of his arm from ice burns, his draconic breath having saved him from frostbite that had devoured more than a few good men. Though Ghost doesn't show much skin, one can sometimes catch sight of branching fern patterns on his neck where lightning magic had shot through him. Gaz's back is peppered with hundreds of little cuts where a glass mage's summoned elegant ornaments had shattered into millions of shards, aiming to take out his wings.

And now Soap sports a mark of his own, his side tender red and blistered with a second degree burn. It could have been much worse, your flames were hot enough to melt steel, the only thing having kept him from an early cremation being the two solid concrete walls your magic had had to travel through to hit him and the enhanced regeneration of his thick hide.

But such power demands a cost — one paid in blood. For magic is as fickle and capricious as a rabid dog, just as eager to lunge for your throat as it will at the enemies, leaving lasting wounds for all to see; rough and calloused palms, skin blackened from blazing heat and freezing cold or marked with fern patterns of electricity, fingers stiff and marred with cuts from thorns and crystals and rock and glass, bone deep cuts where the liquid mana had burst out from the skin, leaving faintly glowing scars that never heal right.

All mages are born with this grievous gift, though one never knows whether it will present itself with a pitiful flicker of embers in a man's dying breath, or with a maelstrom of an infant's first hiccup. That's why most mages are sealed, by choice or force, a process which puts chains on the magic, making it and the mage docile.

But you are unsealed. And you flaunt that fact readily by melting the tail of their APC helicopter with one spell, not even waiting for them to crash before flooding the terrain with suffocating ash, the lenses of their gas masks already fogging up from the heat as they get out of the cloud of heavy sediment before it bursts to flames.

Sometimes the magic becomes unsatisfied with the weakness of the body, demanding more than just its pound of flesh and molding the body like clay to better suit it— Mage Marks, they're called — the subtle glow of magic in your eyes, the mana visibly pulsing inside your chest, the skin of your arms slipping away like wet paper before growing anew, this time mimicking the surface of magma, or the rocky barnacle encrusted reef, the gnarled bark of a tree, the crystalline inside of a geode, the ice spiked ground of tundra, or any other form that suits the magic in your veins.

The process is excruciating, the mana burrowing and gnawing on every nerve like a parasite that replaces what it eats with itself. But to you, that's an acceptable loss, because marked mages far surpass their unmarked fellows, your magic stronger and wilder, feral and viscous like the primordial force of nature.

So it becomes concerning when you're laying on the floor, captured, battered and bruised and calm.

Ghost had been waterboarding you for a while now, your body tied to a chair that had been tipped back so you were parallel with the ground. With water pooling around your head, your top half would have been soaked to the bone had your magic not been simmering in your veins, the magic suppression momentarily reducing the raging inferno in your chest to a meager flicker of flames.

They can't kill you, but limiting your magic for even a second is death in and of itself.

Your breathing is harsh as Ghost pulls away the cloth over your mouth, asking you a question as steam rises from your skin. Most would give in long before this point, but you just grin, eyes glowing with a burning glow, and make a comment about how good his arse looks from your viewpoint.

You manage only one small note of laughter, pitiful embers sparking at the corners of your lip, before Ghost drops the rag back over your face and begins anew.

Price watches all of this, sharp draconic eyes noting how the mana glows in your chest, pulsing like a second heart (assuming you had one to begin with), noticing how the water turns to steam a little faster when it splashes over your skin.

And Price knows.

You... You are going to be trouble.

#trinkets from the hoard #male reader #cod mw2 #modern warfare #john price #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #gaz mw2 #monster au #mage reader #violence #reader is not a good guy #reader is a feral gremlin #monster 141 au #captain john price #reader x cod mw #x reader #centerpieces of the hoard

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playbucky · 2 months

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Little Piggy.

You’re a news reporter who has been kidnapped due to a story she was working on. After an unknown amount of time spent in a dark room, task force 141 come and rescue you. Word Count – 1,7k. Characters – Reader, Ghost, Price, Kyle, Soap. Warnings – torture, game canon violence, kidnapping.

‘You with me?’ He asked, you remained silent, his rough hand snapped out and grabbed your cheeks. His broken nails cut into the soft skin.  ‘I need you with me sweet thing, I want the world to see your pretty face as I remove your finger.’ He said, you blinked a few times before you focused on him.  ‘There they are.’ ‘Smile.’ He said, the camera was shoved in your face, you exhaled through your lips which caused saliva to spray at him. ‘Tell your audience your name.’ The man said, you ran your tongue over your lips as you gaze flickered between the man and the camera that was focused on him. ‘Tell them.’ He growled, his palm collided with your cheek. ‘My name is Y/N Y/L/N.’ You said, you looked past the camera to focus on him. ‘And your job.’ ‘I am a reporter with New Times.’ ‘I want everyone to know that within twenty-four hours your lovely reporter will be dead.’ He grumbled, you narrowed your eyes at him. ‘Fuck you.’ You spat, you cleared your throat and sent it towards him, satisfied when it landed on his chest.  Your head collided with the rough wall as your cheek stung, his hand dropped as the group chuckled and you ran your tongue over your teeth. He was quick to step forward, one of his men moved to switch the camera off but he extended a finger to them. ‘Keep the camera rolling.’ He growled, his hand jerked forward and wrapped tightly around your hand, ‘How about we play little piggy.’ He commented, your eyes widened as he spread your fingers and smirked.  You tried to pull away from him but the wall behind you didn’t help and a second pair of hands reached out of the darkness. They wrapped around your arm and held it still. The man reached behind him, a pair of sharp pliers were placed into his hand. He opened and closed them as your breathing quickened up, a deep chuckle seeped from the back of his throat.  He moved his fingers, so he was holding onto your pinky, you clenched your jaw and exhaled through your nose. He glanced at you through his eyelashes and his smirk grew into a wide smile as he opened the pliers and rested your finger between the sharp blades. Your breathing quickened as he looked at you face on. ‘This little piggy went to market.’ He snapped the pliers shut, your stomach flipped when the loud crack filled the quiet room before you screamed. You managed to pull your arm and hand away from the men and clutched it to your chest as the searing pain continued to spread, you exhaled heavily through your teeth. The men tried to grab a hold of your arm again before you hissed and lunged forward, your forehead collided with the man to the side of you. He yelped and moved back before you were pushed against the wall, a rough hand wrapped around your throat as it tightened. Your eyes snapped to him before you tapped his forearm with your bloody hand. ‘Not that strong, are you?’ He quizzed as you continued to cough, you welcomed the musky air. ‘You wouldn’t kill me just now, not enough audience.’ You rasped out, chin jutted towards the camera that was still rolling. He turned and motioned to end the film.

Ghost and the rest of the Task Force watched the video that had been played over and over, the news picked it up and ran with the headlines. He knew that by tomorrow morning your face would be plastered all over the papers and everyone would be talking about how you had been captured. Price looked at him, his gloved hands tightened into fists, his eyes darted to him before Price pushed out his seat. The video was paused before it disappeared and your id was displayed on the screen, you smile a contrast to your tired and pained face. ‘As seen in the video, Y/N Y/L/N, a news reporter who was captured two days ago.’ Price said, Laswell clicked the computer and more information about you appeared on the screen. ‘Looks like they’ve got a history with dangerous places.’ Kyle commented, Ghost had to tuck his hands into his armpits and leaned back into his seat. ‘They are used to it, yeah, they volunteer to go into these danger zones.’ Laswell stated, she noticed Ghost’s demeanour change. ‘We leave tomorrow at sunrise and arrive at sunset there, that night we will get them out of the compound they are being held in.’ Price explained, the lay out of the buildings popped onto the screen.

‘Y/N?’ The deep voice called out, you tried to lift your head but it weighed down, your arms had gone numb from being held above your head ‘Hey, you with us?’ A gloved hand cupped your neck, you watched through heavy eyelids as he slid his gun back into his holster, his second hand cupped the other side and carefully tilted your head back.  ‘Ghost?’ You quizzed, your brows furrowed. ‘Yeah, it’s me.’ He replied, you slurred as you tried to think of something. ‘Why?’ You grunted out. ‘We need to get you out.’ He said, you shook your head and refused to move from your spot. ‘No, no, how did you find my location?’ You asked, you gaze was focused on the mask covered face of Ghost. ‘Your phone pinged.’ Soap said, you looked at him then back to Ghost, you noticed his brows furrow. ‘What?’ He asked. ‘They took everything off me.’ You informed him, he stiffened. ‘Shit.’ Ghost hissed, you placed a hand on Ghost’s elbow and leaned out the side, your eyes searched around the room, the camera wasn’t there. ‘Leave me and go.’ You told him quickly, you looked around the room as your hands moved to his shoulders. ‘No.’ He shook his head. ‘Ghost, go.’ You almost shouted. ‘Y/N, we could take you.’ He said, you looked to the others that stood behind him, your eyes pleaded them. ‘They’ll be watching, they want to create the most damage or newsworthy story,’ you explained, ‘what better than killing two people that shouldn’t be here.’ You said, Soap looked at you as you turned back and made eye contact with Ghost.  ‘Go, I’ll be fine.’ You quickly reached up and touched his cheeks, the mask rough under your bloody hands.

‘How’d you know the reporter?’ Soap asked when he lowered himself into the seat. ‘Friends.’ He grunted, his cracked his knuckles and straightened his back. ‘Is that all?’ He quizzed him. ‘What else would there be?’ Ghost asked, his dark gaze moved to Soap. ‘Dunno, seemed close to be friends.’ He commented but didn’t want to push him too far, Ghost remained silent. ‘I don’t want to push you Lieu but we need to be informed off all the information that will help us with this mission.’ Soap said, Ghost’s jaw clenched as he moved in his seat. ‘You should tell him.’ Price said, Soap and Kyle looked at the Captain before Ghost rolled his neck, it popped loudly. ‘Y/N and I grew up together occasionally we’d have a fling or what not -,’ Ghost reluctantly gave up. ‘You’re lovers?’ Soap asked confused. ‘No, it was just convenient for the pair of us.’ He said with a shake of his head. ‘Could they be doing this to get to us?’ Kyle suggested, Ghost immediately went to say no but stopped himself. ‘There’s a chance.’ Price said, Ghost slid his eyes to you. ‘Is it known that you two have a thing?’ Gaz questioned, Ghost shook his head. ‘No, not unless they’ve been planning it for years.’ Ghost said, he rolled his shoulders, ‘I haven’t saw Y/N for two years.’

'Ghost.’ You said, the gun lowered as he approached you, two other men stepped into the small room, guns aimed at the entrance. ‘You shouldn’t be here.’ ‘We’re fine, we got them.’ He said, you leaned your head back to make eye contact. ‘All of them?’ You quizzed, he nodded. ‘The ones that didn’t run, yeah.’ He said, the corner of your lips pulled up. ‘Why’d they kidnap me?’ You asked, the dull pain spread up and across your head. ‘Publicity.’ He grumbled, the wraps removed from your wrists, slowly you dropped your hands, Ghost carefully looked them over. ‘I’m not famous.’ You said, you looked at the other two that had came in with him. ‘No, but it seems the arms dealer case you reported last month was a part of their organisation.’ The Scot told you, you looked at him, your eyebrows pinched together. ‘Why was someone here working with an English businessman?’ You asked, Ghost chuckled next to you. ‘Now isn’t the time to be asking questions.’ ‘What do I always say?’ You asked him, he dropped the rope from your wrists. ‘Nows always the time.’ He grumbled, you arched an eyebrow as he offered you a hand to guide yourself up. ‘Maybe you should wait till your checked out before you ask the questions.’ Ghost suggested, you glared at him but nodded.

‘You good?’ ‘I’m good.’ You replied, he sighed, shoulders dropped before he yanked you forward. A large arm wrapped around your waist, the second one over your shoulders as his hands held the back of your head. You reacted quickly and wrapped your arms around his wide back, your bandage hand rested between his shoulders. ‘Scared the shit out of me.’ He mumbled into your ear, you exhaled as you pulled back from him, your hands stopped on his face. ‘Gotta keep you on your toes.’ You commented, with the crinkles around the side of his eyes you knew he was smiling. ‘Yeah, you do.’ He breathed out. ‘I want you to meet my team.’ Simon said, you tilted your head but nodded as he moved to your side, arm still wrapped around you. ‘Soap, Kyle or Gaz and of course you know Price.’ He introduced them to you, you gave them a polite smile as they waved at you. ‘Nice to see you kid.’ Price said, he stepped closer and you moved from Simon’s arm and wrapped him up in a hug. ‘You as well old man, been awhile.’ ‘That it has.’ He agreed before he pulled you tighter to his chest.

#simon ‘ghost’ riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #reader x simon riley #ghost x reader #reader x ghost #ghost imagines #simon riley imagines #cod mwii #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mw ghost #cod mw x reader #reader x cod mw

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chamomiletealeaf · 4 months

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Sending a video to Simon while he’s on deployment of you humping your body pillow in your cute lace baby blue panties with a little pink bow on the front, aka, his favorite pair, making sure he can see the now dark blue spot in them from soaking yourself.

You’re panting, squealing Simon’s name bouncing your ass on the pillow while you straddle it rubbing your twitching clit back and forth on it.

You have the camera positioned behind you to get a full view of your ass and pussy from behind and when you cum in your panties you make sure to arch your back so Simon can see how wet your orgasm made you.

He sees the video and immediately locks himself away in his bunk for the night, roughly fisting his cock over and over to you moaning his name, the soft jiggle of your ass and thighs, and the way your cunt just gushes for him like his own personal little cam girl.

God he can’t wait to get home.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #real #modern warfare x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost cod #simon ghost riley cod #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #mw3 #mw #mw2 #cod mw #cod mw3

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frogchiro · 7 months

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virgin sacrifice reader offered to war god ghost?? prepare to be his lovely wife instead of a sacrifice with at least 10 demigods running around, he wants to raise strong warriors!

Ghost would definitely be a god similiar to Ares; a god of war, brutality, bloodshed, masculinity and virility. Men go and pray by his shrine or in his dedicated temple to give them strength in both battle and bed, to be a strong and unbeatable warrior and be able to father strong, healthy children.

One such temple, the main one, is in a surprisingly remote location, surrounded not by a major city or capital but a few villages. According to myths it was this place where a brutal battle took place millenia ago where the fearsome god Ghost defeated an army all by himself, the blood of his slain enemies served to make the land fertile and for many villages to grow and prosper...until now.

Usually sacrifaces to appease the god would be made by the men of the villages; black stallions, the strongest bulls, wine, silver and pure steel, everything that has connections to masculinity and power, however some kind of horrible fatum seems to hang over your little village. The animals either die young or are sickly and weak, the wine turns out sour like vinegar, there in so money to buy anything either and it's taken as a curse by the elders. If nothing will be done and Ghost won't have his sacrifice who knows what will happen?

So they decide on the next best thing, a desperate last choice reach in hopes to appease the brutal god-a virgin sacrifice. The prettiest, unmarried and untouched young woman is to be chosen, dressed in the finest, gauzy silks and locked inside the stone temple in hopes that the god will come down and the blood of a slain virgin will calm his fury. Luck wasn't on your side it seems, you were chosen.

All you could remember were the desperate cries of your mother, the dissapointed remorseful look on your father's face and the ritual cleansing of the old crones in the village. You were cleaned in rose water, intricate patterns were drawn with a mixture of honey, mushed up berries and flowers on your breasts, around your nipples and bellybutton, and the most intricate was drawn on the place where your womb was. You were clothed in a white gauzy dress that was a symbol of your purity and then you were bound and dragged to the temple no matter how much you struggled and kicked and pleaded until you were finally locked in the dimly lit temple, only the many candles present to lighten the main chamber and to show the powerful, majestic sculpture of the god, Ghost.

Imagine crying yourself to sleep, everything hurt, you were scared and confused, all alone to die in this forsaken temple because some old men decided on it. Falling asleep out of exhaustion, the images of your crying, terrified mother haunting you even when sleeping.

Imagine waking up and instead of feeling cold and sore from sleeping on the unforgiving stone floor, and instead finding yourself laying on and under the most luxurious furs you've ever seen, the warmth of them felt like a blanket and the smell of them, pleasant warm masculine musk made a shiver run down your spine, just where were you?

Before you had the chance of looking around the room, you felt huge, strong arms clamping togehter around you and bringing you into a powerful, broad chest which rumbled with a growl like purr and a stern voice saying:

"Stay. Don't move around girl."

And the very same arms turned you gently around to face the man behind you and you couldn't help but gasp and breath out a tiny, frightened yelp-behind you was laying a man who looked like the stone sculpture of Ghost cane to life and became human. It...it was Ghost. You laid next to a god.

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #THIS IS SUCH A DELIGHTFUL ASK AND IDEA #sorry for this shitty ending but it was getting too long😭#but i'm more than open to explore this more 💕💕#god of war!ghost #cod x reader #cod mw x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley

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simonzmama · 4 days

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daddy bod simon anyone? 🙏

your face presses deep into the soft, feathery pillows, simon’s breath hot against your cheek as he lays the side of his head against yours till your temples kiss.

your hands lay above your head, simon’s thick, hands laid flat against your knuckles till the nerves in your fingertips zap as he digs his nails deep into the flesh of your palm.

his body mushes against yours, his plush belly pressed flat against the pretty arch of your back as he presses his cock to the absolute hilt in you.

n you can feel it, every vein, every twitch that has your toes curling n body reeling away from him when the tip lays a kiss against your cervix.

“si-simon, oh my god, baby, mhpm,” the pretty noises leaving your parted lips only fuel simon further, his warm body fucking into you deeper if even possible at this point.

your hands tangle away from his, nails dragging deep into the back of his soft thighs. the toned muscle now fatty with age, drinking n the damn way you feed the man like he ain’t ever ate.

he hisses, teeth baring against the edge of your cheek n he presses his hips extra deep, sure that there’s lines of blood pouring from his thighs n ass with the way you scratched his skin off the bone.

“be nice, baby,” he huffs in a puff of breathless rasp, fingers settling against the arch in your waist. “tryna make ya’ feel good, don’t make me leave ya’ high n dry, bunny.”

my lil mutual feedin a mffff sorry to disappoint wit this shi, bout ready to fall df to sleep over here. probs gon rewrite this

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simonrileyyyy · 3 months

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Simon Riley who fucks your brains out when he sees a man come up to you at a club, constantly reminding you who your pussy belongs to.

Simon Riley who has eyes for you and you only. Every other woman, no matter how beautiful or ugly they are never make his heart beat out of his chest like you do.

Simon Riley who spoils you rotten, getting you anything you even 𝙗𝙖𝙩 an eye at.

Simon Riley who always loves keeping you on his lap whenever he’s drinking his morning cup of tea or doing his boring ass work on his computer.

Simon Riley who can’t even be away from your touch for a second. It’s become a habit, to the extent where he always unconsciously grabs your hand, caresses your thigh while driving, or playing with a strand of your hair.

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slvtforsimon · 3 months

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simon loves it when you bounce on his cock. he could be in the middle of anything and the second you ask him, or look at him with those pleading eyes of yours, his resolve crumbles.

simon’s large hands grasp your hips as you bounce up and down his length, obscene noises fill your room as a result of your slick pussy sucking his cock greedily.

simon loves when you whimper his name. loves how easily it slips from your lips as your orgasm tumbles over you. he swears he could cum just from hearing your lewd moans of his name over and over again.

simon smashes his hips against yours, once your orgasm is over that is. desperate to reach his own release.

you feel so good wrapped around his length that simon wouldn’t care if he died right then and there. if anything, he’d be honoured.

simon’s fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips, a groan emitting from his throat as you continue your now haphazard movements.

mewling and writing above him, your hands rest on his chest to keep yourself steady as simon takes over, his cock drilling into you at an almost inhuman pace.

you can’t help it. your second orgasm crashes over you and your body spasms, going completely limp as simon cums deep inside of you from the feeling of your pussy twitching around him.

simon whispers praises into your ear as you breath heavily, completely and utterly fucked out on top of him. you look so pretty to him right now, you do all of the time! but there’s something almost angelic about the way you look after sex that has his chest tightening.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare x reader #call of duty x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod mw x reader #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #ghost cod #ghost x reader

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lovelyghst · 18 days

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just thinking about how big simon riley is.

like him fucking you in missionary; the way his shoulders completely block your field of vision and his large hand planted right by your ear dwarfs your own by the masses. his meaty, veiny arm leading up to his panting chest, usually pressed fully against your own as it gets him so worked up to feel your tummy and tits, hard nipples and soft skin grazing his calloused build. the big man comes with big scars!!

speaking of scars, he gets so fucking weak in the knees and heart when you pay attention to his various marks scattered on him. he never tells you the full stories—rarely even a spec of the truth, most often—but he still gets a little flustered when you kiss them better.

simon can usually hold it together, but sometimes (all the time) he gets sooo hard and blushy when you touch and squeeze his biceps and feel up his abs. call him your strong and impressive man and he’ll have you on your hands and knees in the matter of seconds, shoving his dick in you from behind to cover up how pink his cheeks turned.

he loves coming up behind you in the bathroom while you’re getting ready, putting on your pretty lipgloss or adjusting the bow in your hair while he watches through the mirror like a quiet, curious dog.

seeing how the width of your shoulders only reach his pecs when you’re centered at his front, and christ, the height difference.

placing his large palms on your hips, one up them maneuvering to flatten out on your tummy and pull you further into him. he wraps his arms around your entire frame for the tightest bear hug ever.

call him cliché, but he has such an evil habit of comparing your hand sizes. it turns him on and makes you giggle, each and every time.

the one time you asked him to slip his arm around your waist and head in the crook of your collar for a mirror picture had resulted in your neck being sandwiched between his bicep and forearm, and long lasting marks on your hips from where they hit the counter repeatedly as he fucked you hard in a chokehold.

you just get him so riled up! but it’s okay, because he kissed your temple a lot throughout and afterwards apologized with cuddles for ruining your nice outfit and makeup <3

#cod mw #simon riley #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x female reader #ghost x female reader #simon riley smut #ghost smut

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audisive · 27 days

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♪ BROOKLYN BABY. (💌) – previous part

౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader

synopsis: the 141 believes the scot now.

tags: fluff, romance, soft!simon, you're basically their mom atp lol, bickering, there's a bet between gaz n soap, gaz secretly wants you shh, ooc characters, not proofread, price being the gentleman he is, he's seriously just watching everything unfold

It's not always that Ghost is willing to let the 141 stay at his house for their traditions – which is just drinking beer and watching sports, really. In fact, he's always said something about his place being empty, so they always settled on someone else's. They stop asking after a year, and in turn, he stops having reasons.

It's not until Soap pops the question again when everyone else's houses are unavailable for a variety of reasons, his being that he left his faucet on and now his shitty apartment is flooded. You can only imagine the suspicion and shock when Ghost agrees (or, rather, simply grunts).

The drive is long, nothing short of 5 hours, and Soap spends the better half of it bickering with either Gaz or Ghost. He falls asleep by the next half, and when he awakes, he gawks at the lovely looking house before their car. There's two stories to it, a balcony, a front porch, and there's no doubt that there's a backyard.

Contrary to popular belief, no, it is not all black or plain at all. It's all equally surprising to them. The Brit isn't the type to care about the appearance and state of a house, usually. They do envision him in a mostly empty apartment with only a bed and a bathroom, though.

There's a delicate touch to where a rough man lives; the smell is almost heavenly when they enter the house. It's homely, the scent of newly washed sheets and lingering smell of food; there's a cat perched on the living room table that Ghost scratches the head of lovingly in a way that's so casual and natural. It's like they're at the gates of–

"Simon!" Heaven's bells ring in their ears, luring them into the doorway of the living room, and the sound of feet padding against the cold floor. There comes a soft-looking thing running into Ghost's arms, completely engulfing you.

You only notice the three familiar faces of your boyfriend's team members – though you know he considers them family if anything – when you pull away. An angel clad in only a cami top, shorts, and Simon's hand around your waist, you turn to look at the group with a surprised look on your pretty – Soap thinks that God, you're so pretty – face. "Oh, hi," you smile sweetly, obviously awkward at the silence and the staring.

"It's been a while," Ever the gentleman, the gruff voice is the first to speak up with your name uttered, the only who's actually met you – John Price. Soap is too enamored with the way you hold yourself and the fact that, holy fuck, even your name's pretty. Gaz raises a brow at the captain's greeting.

You smile once more – a genuine one now. "Nice to see you again, John."

"'S rude to stare, Johnny." Simon speaks out, a smirk under the mask. "Please excuse him, miss," Gaz adds, this beautiful man, and offers a charming smile.

"You must be Gaz," you hold your hand out, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine," Kyle forgets that a hand could be this soft and gentle, "and please, call me Kyle." He barely stops himself from turning your hand in his to kiss the back of it like one should to a lady so fair; his lieutenant has good taste in women, he'll give him that. And when you're out of the area, Soap is sure to rub it in Gaz's face. I told ye so! LT wis hidin' somethin' from us. A pretty something, that is. You don't miss the way he slips a twenty-dollar bill into the Scottish man's hand.

"Glad tae meet ye," Soap finally says, winking. "Understand why he wis hidin' a bonnie lass like ye from us." There's a mischievous glint in his eye, almost naturally so.

"A'm hurt, LT, but whit can I do? After all, we're just a couple o' brutes, arenae we?"

Simon watches in amusement, "you'll live." Soap is quick to move to your side as you lead the small group of hulking men through your shared home after that.

Simon is visibly more relaxed with you around. He's comfortable, that much is a given, with the way he's taking up most of the thankfully large couch with his manspreading. So is the 141. They're pampered like spoiled children (or pets, really) through the whole day.

Instead of just beer and faucet water, they're offered a variety of drinks in the kitchen that's enough to be considered a private bar. Instead of an empty belly unhealthily stuffed with beer and a mix of mediocre takeout, they're met with warm homecooked meals. They lose track of time quickly; the night falls by the time they've tired themselves out, and they've had not one, but two meals thanks to you.

(They're sure to commend your cooking skills and think of how lucky this tall brute of a man is blessed with a woman so soft and pliant and wonderful and– while Price is the one to be the most grateful, Soap compliments you the most. "A can practically taste the love." You laugh in turn.)

Gaz is the first to speak after a meal so lovely, they could simply just sleep on the floor comfortably and wake to the same smell of home. "It's a bit late, love, we should probably go."

"Thank you for having us," Price smiles down at you kindly.

"Ye've been lovely, bonnie." He wants to stay some more.

"Wait," you stop them, looking up at Simon for further approval. He's already looking at you with a reassuring brush of his thumb on the side of your hip and a nod. You turn your eyes back at them. "It's already late, you three should stay the night. We have enough room for everyone."

There comes, "we don't wanna intrude," then, "we can take care of ourselves, it's alright."

"Please, I insist." Your smile brightens, "I'll even cook breakfast before you leave."

The mohawk moves with a sigh, "now tha's just no' fair, lass. How are we gonna say no tae that?" You giggle. Only then do they find themselves tucked away in the guest room, and boy, you were right when you said it could fit them all if not more.

On the way to the bathroom in the late hours of the night, Soap catches a glimpse of light through the crack of your bedroom door to see his oh-so strong lieutenant, vulnerable in your arms. There's something natural about the way you cradle the large man and kiss his hair like it's part of your DNA, like you're programmed to do that 'cause Soap thinks you're simply unreal.

He's proud of his lieutenant, this lucky bastard. He turns another blind eye once more, but he's paid in full with another fulfilling meal by the morning.

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midnightarcheress · 28 days

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stress-relief

husband!Simon helping his wife!reader with her stress <3 cw: nsfw. mdni. fem reader, masturbation, squirting, a lil overstim.

you shuffle through the bag to find the keys to your home, only to drop it the minute you raise it to unlock the door. great. it’s one of those days where everything goes wrong, and you want nothing more than to shut out the world and curl up in bed, silently praying for the next one to be better.

you pick up the keys from the doormat and swing open the door of your flat, hoping that the familiar scent flooding your lungs will help you ground yourself back to a more serene state. tossing your coat and bag aside, your gaze falls on the tall man quietly reading on the sofa, sweetly mouthing a “welcome back, love.” that you dismiss with a grunt, stomping your way to the bedroom.

‘uh-oh.’ Simon thinks, siren already buzzing and red light blinking in his brain, making him pull up to his feet at god-speed and quickly follow you to your shared room, being met with your clothes scattered around and the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. he promptly puts away your discarded attire and sits on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for you.

you stay in the shower for some good thirty minutes, allowing the water to wash away your stress as you massage your scalp. the weight finally falls from your shoulders and flows down the drain, leaving you alone with the tiredness that’s been brewing in your tense muscles since you stepped out of the house. with a long, weary sigh, you drape the towel around your body and walk out the bathroom, tiny droplets cascading from your hair to your chest, descending on the swell of your breasts and stirring your husband’s cock in his pants.

“gonna tell me wha’ got you so cranky, dove?” he asks with the slightest of teasing, knowing he’s staggering on the thin line of your temper.

“‘m sorry, jus’ a hard day.” you mutter sheepishly, turning to get some well-deserving comfy clothes on the dresser

“c’mere,” you barely have time to react before Simon pulls you by the wrist onto the bed, positioning your body between his legs as he rests on the headboard, “talk to me, lovie.”

his hands brush your arms delicately, fingers running up and down your skin as you start addressing the misfortunes of your day. how a jerk cut you off in traffic, how a client screamed at you on the phone after you explained it wasn’t possible to fulfill his request, how your long awaited sweet treat after lunch fell straight to the floor, how your mother called just to raise hell at you for not visiting enough, how your boss scolded you for a mistake that wasn’t even your fault.

“hm, she said tha’?” he murmurs, massaging the knots on your shoulders and slowly drifting his hands downwards, opening up the lightly damp towel that’s clinging to your frame as you ramble. his rough, calloused skin finds its way to your soft tits, gently kneading the fat while his lips plant small kisses all over your neck.

“i swear that woman’s out to get me, don't know how i haven’t been fired yet.”

“she knows tha’ place would fall apart without ya, doll. you’re the only one with a brain there,” he coos sweetly in your ear, fingers traveling down your stomach and reaching your mound, making your breath hitch in your throat. Simon smirks at your reaction, feeling your head tipping back to rest on his shoulder and your still wet hair soaking his shirt, “let me help you decompress, eh?”

you, too tired to resist the offer, let him spread your legs with ease, compliant to the touch of your loving husband. his middle finger smears the hasty arousal leaking from your cunt through your slit, softly caressing your folds as you melt into his arms. “so wet f’me, love.” he chuckles, slightly rubbing your clit as you hum.

his moves are tame, gradually pooling the warmth in your belly, taking his time to shape your tension until it’s the right moment to set you free. his finger toys with your entrance before sliding in, feeling the familiar walls of your cunt clenching around it, causing you to breathe heavily at just the beginning.

“you like tha’?” he whispers, introducing another finger on your tight hole as you turn to bury your face on his neck, mewling with pleasure and pain while he stretches you, digits hitting all the right spots. by the time he speeds up the thrusting, your moans are erratic, gasped, barely leaving your throat as you grasp his forearm in a desperate attempt to ground yourself, even with your brain reaching the fucked-out point by a simple touch.

his thumb lazily strokes your swollen nub as he continues to be knuckles-deep inside of your velvety walls, curling his fingers just enough to earn a squeal out of you. the coil on your lower stomach tightens, fibers threatening to snap at any second as Simon murmurs sugary praises in your ears whilst nipping the skin where your neck meets your shoulder, the love bite’s stings only intensifying the pleasure coursing through your bloodstream.

“Simon, ’m gonna-” you don’t even have the energy to complete your sentence before your juices flood on his hand, the god’s nectar gushing from your pussy and dripping from his wrist onto the long forgotten towel, as he bullies your clit to overstimulation. you cry out his name like a prayer, begging whatever higher power out in the universe to let you keep that sensation forever.

“looks like someone really needed tha’,” he laughs and you feel the deep rumbling from his chest on your naked back, only driving you closer to the edge as your legs convulse at the overwhelming thrill of your nervous system. your frantic moans echo in the room when Simon raises his free hand to your nipple, rolling the hardened tip between his thumb and index, painting twinkling stars in the ceiling, the scintillation being too much to keep your vision clear. “think ya got another one f’me, princess?”

he doesn’t wait for your answer; he knows how to treat his precious wife and can cite by heart the prescription to get you to sleep better than any pill would. tears prickle in the corner of your eyes when he starts again, just barely giving you time to recover from the near out-of-body experience.

his new rhythm is harsh, pulling your thighs - fully covered in slick and arousal - over his to keep you spread open, and fiercely pounding two digits inside you. you squirm and press yourself harder against his broad chest, babbling incoherently as he pumps his thick and scarred fingers somehow even deeper than before.

“Si, ‘s too much, i can’t-” you choke out, streams rolling down your cheeks as he builds another orgasm out of you. half-lidded eyes meet his hazel irises in a lustful gaze, pleading in agony for another release before your body gives out.

it doesn’t take much before a jolt of electricity tingle beneath your skin and makes you cum, getting you blissfully drunk by finger-fucking only while your peak ripple through your core. your hands sternly grip on the sheets under your limp body, the frenzy running its way through every corner of your being, clouding your vision and leaving you in a divine peaceful haze.

your limbs twitch slightly as you come down from your high, Simon holding you tight in his burly arms and pressing kisses on your pretty face. “you did so good, lovie,” he praises, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your belly, “could’ve given ya s’much more but your eyes are so droopy already,” his quiet laugh almost lull you to sleep right there and then, “feeling better?”

you nod, eyes tempting to close as the fatigue washes over you, weariness creeping up your mind after a hell of a day and a celestial end to it. “thank you, Si.” you mumble with nothing but affection in your voice, utterly elated by the sight of your devoted husband cradling you.

“anything for ya, my wife.”

just a little something i thought of while procrastinating my other works lol

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost smut #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost imagine #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod smut #nyx writes ☾#midnightarcheress

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witchthewriter · 1 month

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Gaz: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Soap: Weak. I sleep with a gun.

Y/N: You’re both pathetic

Soap: What do YOU sleep with?

Y/N: Simon.

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kitkatscabinet · 6 months

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Nothing fucks with my baby

Simon Riley x wife reader

Summary: Simon is the Earth orbiting your sun and he'll do anything to keep you safe and happy, even if that means resorting to bloody means.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: attempted non-con (not by Simon)

@ghosts-cyphera for you pookie, hope you enjoy!

Eight months. It’s been eight long, tortuous months since Simon saw you in person. Eight months of living off brief Skype calls interrupted by work schedules and shitty internet cutting out mid-call, an age since he’s touched you. Since he’s breathed in your scent and cradled you against his muscular chest, since he’s tasted you. Pictures of you weren’t enough, even if you’d gifted him a set of delectable Polaroids showcasing your gorgeous body decorated with black and white lingerie.

Long deployments had never bothered him, not until you’d become the central part of his life. Simon was the Earth, orbiting your sun reverently and fervently. He’d worship you on his knees for eternity if that’s what you desired.

His appetite for you has always been ravenous, but his need for you has been greatly nourished after months of no contact. The door to your shared home swings open with a bang, the anticipation coursing through his veins diminishing his control in a way he knows you’ll scold him for. His bag is dropped carelessly in the foyer as he stalks through the space, a man on a mission to find you. Not even the weary exhaustion after months of shit sleep and shared communal spaces would deter him from his mission.

You’re not in your home office or the bedroom and Simon’s frustration simmers under his skin as he marches straight back out the door. It’s only the knowledge that you’ll be devastated to have missed his surprise homecoming that tempers his annoyance.

Ghost is beyond irritated by the time he arrives at your work, not necessarily at you, he knows how seriously you take your career, it’s one of the reasons he was so drawn to you. Once some lowly private had made a snide remark about you being the breadwinner, scoffing at Simon for letting his wife ‘emasculate’ him like that. It was only Price playing damage control that kept him from a dishonourable discharge that day. He had no regrets, especially after the incident taught people to keep your name out of their mouths.

It’s late, well past working business hours when he keys into the building using the code you’d given specially for him. So it shouldn’t surprise him how empty it is, most of the lights turned off as he made his way to your office, but Simon hadn’t survived over a decade in the military without learning to trust his gut. A distinct uneasiness settles in his body, narrowed eyes surveying the space for anything out of the ordinary as he increases his pace to get to you.

The light in your office is on, the door is left open carelessly and gives Simon a clear view of the sight of you bent over your desk trying not to cry as a man holds a gun to your head and fumbles with your sleek dress pants. Simon thought he knew rage, but any anger he’s ever felt is drowned in comparison to the sheer righteous fury that alights his veins.

He closes the gap in record time, red filtering out the corners of his vision and spraying over his knuckles as he rips the interloper away and viciously lays into him. Any slurred words pleading for mercy are ignored and shut down as Simon’s fist renders the man’s mouth an inoperable bloody mess.

His arm aches furiously by the time he pulls back, chest heaving with breaths that have long since been silenced from the scumbag that now lay dead on the floor of your office. It’s the sound of your shaky sobs that pulls Simon back from the brink, immediately darting towards you, shaky hands stained with blood cradling you against his bulk gently.

He’s vibrating with an explosive cocktail of fury, fear, outrage and relief. You press yourself tighter against his chest like you’re trying to burrow into the safety of his ribcage. Simon can’t bring himself to speak, mouth dry and tongue heavy as he buries his face into the top of your head. The silence is broken by the shaky inhales of your rattling breaths and sobs.

All too soon you’re pulling away, even when he fights to keep you safe and sound against his chest. “Simon? What… what’s going to happen with-” You try and turn your gaze towards the corpse staining your carpet but Simon prevents you with a hand grasping your jaw, preventing you from getting a glimpse at the carnage.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head darling, I’ll take care of it. But first, let's get you home yeah?” He walks you from the building to your car with a supportive arm wrapped around your shoulders, tucking you against his side before sliding you into the passenger seat of your car. It’s a testament to how shaken you are that you don’t protest, remaining silent and clutching the hand that grasps your thigh like a lifeline.

It doesn’t take long to tuck you into bed, wrapping you tightly in the blanket like it will protect you from the horrors of the outside world. The adrenaline had faded from your body making way for the exhaustion. Simon doesn’t leave your side until he’s sure the clutches of sleep have pulled you under, and even then, it's with extreme hesitation that he stands and leaves the bedroom, reaching for his phone to make a call.

Luckily, you don’t wake even once in the hours that follow as he waits for news of the cleanup. He spends that time alternating between checking in on you, watching you breathe peacefully and pacing the linoleum floors that you’d insisted on.

A single knock on the front door pulls him from the spiral of thoughts that threatened to pull him further and further into darkness. He opens the door to an unimpressed Price, who pushes his way in with Gaz and Soap trailing after. Expectantly he stares at them, watching as Price lights a cigar and takes a long drag.

“It’s done. Did you have to make such a mess though son?” It’s an innocuous enough comment but one that raises Ghost’s hackles anyway and he shoots a venomous glare at his captain that would never have been acceptable in any other circumstances. His shoulders tense and it takes everything in him to keep his voice somewhat level.

“That fucker laid his hands on my wife!” He inhaled shakily as he remembered what he’d almost been too slow to prevent, unable to prevent the rise of volume as he yelled at his captain, “My wife! He’s lucky I didn’t paint the room with his insides!” The baritone of his booming snarl is loud enough that even Soap flinches slightly with widened eyes.

There’s a tense silence but his captain nods, something like approval in his gaze before his eyes slide towards the right and Simon turns just in time to witness you call his name, voice hoarse with sleep and eyes red from tears.

He crosses the space and curls you against him in record time, nonchalantly throwing a dismissive wave towards his team who simply nod in understanding and file back outside. “Were those the boys? You didn’t have to kick them out” you murmured though Simon was already hushing you, leading you back to bed with a firm hand on the small of your back.

“Don’t worry ‘bout them lovie, they were leavin’ anyway” he waved away your concerns, finally kicking off his shoes, trapping you in his arms and pulling you down onto the mattress. You squeak at his actions, giggling as his stubble tickles the skin of your neck.

Despite how pent-up and desperate for your touch he is, Simon makes no move to escalate the situation, settling you in his arms and simply breathing you in. Neither of you speak about the earlier incident, not willing to shatter the peace. Though Simon lets out the occasional hum when your hands trace gentle circles over his heart, focusing on the steady beat of his pulse beneath your palm.

Inevitably the lingering emotions of the day would have to be dealt with, but not yet, Simon would allow himself to relish in the peace just a little longer.

#x reader #cod mw x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #kat’s writing #cod simon riley #simon riley

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playbucky · 1 year

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Thick and Thin.

You’re apart of the 141 and go through the thick and thin of having Graves hunt the team down. Characters – Ghost, Reader (Pluto), Gaz, Price, Soap. Word Count – 2.4k

‘Lt.’ You greeted him, he dropped the chair down and looked ahead, the smoke from the cigarette spilled into the air. ‘Can I help you, Sarge?’ He asked, his voice gruff as you walked up to his side and noticed the small strip of skin was showing. ‘You got another smoke?’ You asked, looking out to the rare view you got from the safe house. ‘Yeah.’ He leant to the side, which revealed more skin as he pulled the packet out his pocket before he flicked the top open and held it out. You grabbed on of the cigarettes and placed the end in your mouth before he produced a small light, he pressed the trigger and the flame appeared. You bent at your hips and cupped the flame and placed the cigarette into it. ‘Thanks.’ You mumbled as you balanced the cigarette between your lips as you straightened. ‘Didn’t know you smoked.’ He said, you shrugged your shoulders as you closed your eyes and exhaled. ‘Smoke when I’m bored.’ You commented, he shook is head. ‘Bored?’ He quizzed, you hummed before you inhaled. ‘I can’t sleep, I guess the moons aren’t aligned.’ You joked as you motioned to the clear sky with the burning cigarette and glanced at him to see the corner of his lips quirk up. ‘Take if you didn’t sacrifice a lamb on the full moon?’ You asked. ‘Nah, was too busy with the haunting people.’ ‘I’ve told your to set an alarm it’ll help.’ You commented, he scoffed as he exhaled the white wisps of smoke before the pair of you feel into silence as you smoked, when you and Ghost were together you didn’t really need to speak, you had always found comfort in each other. You glanced down at the last of your cigarette, the ambers had reached the bottom, you pressed the hot end into the metal pole before you rolled your shoulders. You spared one last look out at the view. ‘I should head back, thanks for the smoke.’ You told him as you placed your hand on his shoulder and have it a squeeze as you passed by him. ‘See you bright and early Sarge.’ ‘Of course Lt, gotta bet Soap at the push ups.’ You reminded him as you opened the door and stepped inside.

‘Lt.’ Gaz said, he nodded his head as he walked over to the group and took a seat as he watched you and Soap do push up. Soap had a layer of sweat across his face and the back of his shirt was damp between his shoulder blades and with every exhale he sprayed swear off his nose. Where as you had a small sheen over you face but were going up and down smoothly. ‘What’s the score?’ Price asked, he lounged against the doorway. ‘Soap, fifty three, Pluto, sixty.’ Gaz informed the Captain, who looked amused. ‘Tenner on Pluto.’ Ghost said, Price and Gaz looked at him. ‘Just a tenner?’ You asked as you looked at them through your eyelashes, Soap grunted next to you. ‘Do you want to add to it?’ He asked, he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees and dropped his hands between his thighs. ‘I get a thirty minute shower, no interruptions.’ You grunted out, the muscles down your back strained as you looked up at Ghost, making eye contact through the small holes. ‘What would you do for the remaining twenty?’ Gaz almost asked innocently, your brows furrowed as your pushed yourself up then down before answering. ‘This girl has needs that none of you can suppress.’ You commented, Soap froze in a plank as they all turned and looked at you and as you continued. ‘You really think I’m gonna get off when your all in the building?’ You quizzed, Soap muttered something before he continued on with his push ups. ‘I can take my time and get ready instead of rushing, do you know how long it’s been since I’ve did my full routine?’ You asked them, your voice sounded strained as pushed yourself up again.

Ghost stood outside the door, the corner of his lips quirked underneath the mask as he heard you hum some random tune, he raised his fist to knock on the door. Three times he did it, silence was on the other side before a ranging heat came from behind the wooden door. Ghost was flung back, his back collided with the wall before. He rolled onto his side, his ears ringing as Price and Gaz quickly ran over, Price bent down and helped him up onto his unsteady feet. ‘What the hell happened?’ Soap quizzed, he kept his pistol aimed into burning room. ‘We need to go.’ ‘Pluto.’ He motioned to the room. ‘Ghost, she didn’t -,’ Soap said, he turned back from the room that was completely engulfed in flames. ‘Johny don’t.’ His voice came out gruff as he shook his head, trying to steady his spinning head, Soap passed Price as he entered the living room with Gaz. ‘Ghost.’ Price said, his hands landed firmly on his shoulder. ‘We’ve been compromised.’ Price stated, Gaz appeared at the bottom of the hallway, bags draped over his shoulders, weapon held tightly as Soap showed up at his side.

‘Task force 141,’ the familiar voice said through the radio, ‘it’s seems like we’re at an impasse, with me having Pluto and you the flash drive.’ Graves said, they stood in a crescent moon shape as they waited. ‘I’ll give you thirty seconds to agree to hand the drive over before I…’ he trailed off. ‘Exterminate Pluto.’ He said, they looked at Price, who glanced at Ghost whose eyes were narrowed and had darkened. ‘We can’t.’ Gaz said, everyone looked at him. ‘Not with the information that’s on it.’ He added, quick to explain himself, ‘and I don’t have a enough time to create a fake.’ He said, his brain coming up with all solutions but none that would get you out. ‘Too slow.’ Graves said, then the loud bang made its way over the comms, they could also hear it from the building that they watched. Ghost tensed up, his gaze focused straight ahead as the others dropped their heads. The static filled the comms from your end before it went silent, Soap looked back at Ghost before he turned and marched away. ‘Ghost.’ Soap called out, he didn’t stop and Soap looked to Price. ‘Simon.’ Price said, Ghost froze as he clenched his jaw and turned back to the three men that looked at him. ‘We can’t leave her in there,’ Ghost said, he briefly closed his eyes, ‘Even if it’s just her corpse, she deserves a burial.’ He said, Price closed his eyes and sighed before he nodded.

‘Sarge?’ Ghost called out. The group moved into the room with their weapons raised, they looked over the room and noticed the chair toppled back, legs dangled over the side. They hurried over to it and Gaz inhaled when he saw the blood that had pooled under your head. ‘Pluto.’ Gaz breathed out, he dropped down and swung his weapon behind him. He automatically placed a hand on your neck, his fingers slid with the blood before your eyes snapped open and your hand grabbed his. You flipped him over and straddled him, your arm raised to punch him. ‘Sargent, it’s us.’ Ghost said, your shoulders tensed as you looked down to Gaz, the fear in his eyes was evident. You quickly stood up and wobbled, you gained your balance before the pain down the side of your head made you reach an arm up. You pulled your hand back and looked at the blood that coated it. ‘You need to -‘ ‘It’s fine.’ You snapped, then you caught Price as he looked at you, ‘I’ll clean it at the safe house or are we being picked up?’ You asked, but it didn’t matter you would be with them either way. You glanced around the room, the blood, your blood stained the floor and your noticed your weapon discarded on the ground. Parting from the group you walked over and picked it up, you checked the barrel and the clip before you lifted the strap and draped it over your shoulder. You could fell Ghost’s dark eyes on you as you joined the group and fell into step behind Gaz, his back stained red from when you flipped him over.

You had just finished cleaning the wound, giving the deep scrape a deep clean and watching your blood stain the water pink before it swirled and disappeared down the drain. Now thanks to how hard you were clenching your jaw, your jaw and head were sore, the missing skin and chunk of your ear didn’t help either. You ignored the door as it was opened when you cleaned the mess up and washed your hands, now on your search to find some painkillers to dull the pain. ‘What the hell we’re you thinking, Sarge?’ His voice bounced off the walls, aggravating the pounding of your head, you closed your eyes but were quick to open them as his heavy footsteps sounded at the smaller doorway. ‘He couldn’t get the drive.’ You commented, you pinched the bridge of your nose as you swallowed. ‘And what about you?’ He quizzed, you dropped your hand and looked at him. ‘My life for all theirs? Seems like a good deal.’ You commented, you went to walk away but his gloved hand grabbed your bicep and pulled you back. ‘You believe that little in yourself?’ He asked, you stared at him. ‘No, I know my assets but I also know when other things should be put above me.’ You to him truthfully. ‘So please Simon, let go of me before I put you on the ground.’ You snarled, he held eye contact with you for a few more seconds before he let go and walked off.

‘What’s happened between you and Ghost?’ Price asked as he dropped into the seat next to you. ‘A lovers quarrel?’ Soap quizzed, you rolled your eyes at his joke. ‘We’re the furthest thing from lovers.’ You said, Soap arched an eyebrow as he took a large bite of his sandwich, Price watched as you looked down at your watch then to your half eaten sandwich. ‘Here.’ You offered it to Soap, he looked at it confused, ‘I need to go train the newbies.’ You explained as you stood up, the chair slid along the mixture of sand and gravel. As Ghost rounded the corner, the group watched as you gave each other a nod before you walked away and Ghost walked over to them. Soap and Price looked at each other, confusion took over when Ghost’s large figure dropped into the seat across from them. ‘What have you done to piss her off?’ Price asked, Ghost lifted his head. ‘Nothing.’ He grumbled, Soap scoffed. ‘No?’ Soap asked, Ghosts eyes moved to him. ‘You aren’t talking like you normally do. Your conversations have completely disappeared and now you just nod at each other.’ He pointed out, Ghost narrowed his eyes. ‘What, I do pay attention.’ He commented, Price rolled his eyes as Soap kicked back and rested his feet on the plastic table, the chair and it creaked. ‘Fine,’ Price said, ‘the pair of you won’t admit it but don’t let it affect us out on the field, we know the pair of you have this connection.’ He said, Ghost looked down.

‘Sarge.’ His deep voice said, your hand dropped from the missing part of your ear and dragged along the scar on your cheek before your hand dropped to your lap. ‘Lt.’ You replied, listening as he walked over and took the seat next to you. ‘How are the recruits?’ He tried to make small talk. ‘Cheeky and cocky.’ You replied. ‘Reminds me of someone.’ He commented, you hummed and closed your eyes as you fell into silence. ‘I don’t like this.’ He broke the silence, you pursed your lips together. ‘Don’t like what?’ You asked, he moved in the seat. ‘Not talking to you.’ He said, your forehead crinkled as your brows dropped. ‘I know I pushed the barrier.’ He continued. ‘You didn’t Ghost.’ You replied, scratching your nails across the tough bit of dirt that was attached to your trousers. ‘I made you think that you’re just a part that we can change out, we can’t.’ He said, you shook your head. ‘You can.’ You told him. ‘No, no one would be able to put up with Soap. Price wouldn’t have a level head and Gaz wouldn’t be able to ramble on about the games and shit.’ He explained, the corner of your lips quirked slightly before you dipped your head. ‘And what about you Ghost?’ You asked, making eye contact, ‘does our friendship mean nothing to you now?’ You added, he looked down which gave you your answer. ‘You know what, I understand.’ You said, you tapped your knees before you stood up and stepped to walk away. ‘I can’t lose you.’ He admitted, you stopped and rested your hands on your waist as he looked up at you. ‘When he pulled that trigger my heart shattered, and then the blood-’ he trailed off, his hands clenched into fists on his lap as he looked down to the ground, finding the dirt suddenly interesting ‘I can’t lose the only one thing that is good from my past.’ He said, your hands dropped to your side as you looked at the man in front of you, seeing the young boy you had first meet. ‘Simon.’ You whispered, he looked up at you. ‘How do you think I feel every time you’ve disappeared and shown up with a new scar?’ You asked. ‘We, well I read the contract that we signed many moons ago and now that we’re in the one four one, we agreed to put our lives on the line in order to save the innocents back home.’ You explained, moving to sit next to him on the bench and took his hand, his fingers tightened around your smaller one. ‘I just-‘ he trailed off, your squeezed his fingers. ‘I know.’ You replied before you both leaned closer to each other, your heads rested against each other as he sighed. ‘I’ll live as long as you do.’ He said, you scoffed and dropped your head to his shoulder before you gently whacked his thigh. ‘What do you mean I was cocky and cheeky, that was you.’ You said recalling his earlier comment, he chuckled and wrapped his arm over your shoulders and pulled you close.

#Simon Riley x reader #reader x Simon riley #simon ‘ghost’ riley #simon riley #simon ‘ghost’ Riley x reader #reader x simon ‘ghost’ riley #soap mactavish #John price #MW2 #cod mw2 #cod mw x reader #reader x cod mw #call of duty

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chamomiletealeaf · 10 days

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Being so sensitive to squirting that the 141 make fun of your for it and have little competitions to see who can make you squirt the fastest :(

Johnny holds the record of 37 seconds from fingering you so fast you couldn’t tell when his fingers were inside or out of you.

After their little competition your poor pussy was so swollen and sensitive that all it took was a few rough spanks to your pussy from Price to make you squirt again.

“Oh well look at that? Seems we got a new record holder hm?” Price teases you and Johnny.

“That doesn’t count the competition is over!” Johnny exclaims angrily at Price.

Meanwhile Simon and Gaz are fucking rock hard from watching you squirt again so quickly.

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frogchiro · 3 months

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Maybe an unpopular opinion but a domesticity kink + dry humping is one of the best combos out there EVER

Like imagine this big, strong, burly man like Price or Simon or Graves being absolutely wild and soft for you, the pretty housewife that drives a man crazy♡ All soft curves, nice ample breasts and soft, broad hips with a pretty floral apron tied around your waist as you cook a nice hearty mean for your tired man and greet him with that beautiful smile of yours :((

It honestly would make them soft, desperate, hating the idea of being even a second longer away from you, all pent up and horny so they just cling with their big, rough hands to your hips and they can't helo themselves but thrust their quiclly hardening cocks against you, effectively humping you like an animal in heat but even your soft whines that you need to finish their dinner doesn't stop the man; he needs to fuck, needs to be close to his girl♡

#kin speaks #hhhrrrnng #just men being desperate enough that even dry humping would be enough for them💔#cod x reader #cod mw x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #philip graves x reader #graves x reader #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #price x reader #simon riley cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #philip graves #cod graves #captain john price #john price

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cheesit-notes · 9 months

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"s'fucking small"

lieutenant ghost who has a major size kink.

tags: MDNI!, size kink obvi, manhandling teehee, fem reader, fingering, you're put in a mating press, lowkey praise?

a/n: sorry for the late post, i went to hoyofest '23 and then tumblr went down for a bit but teehee take ghost and size kink (i want him to manhandle me)

ghost likes to hold things after you hold them just to see how big his hands look on it compared to yours. does the thing where he makes you hold his phone and later compares it to his cock. (when hard, he is most definitely over 7 inches and at least 5 inches in girth, you can't tell me he can act like this if his cock was any less)

loves manhandling you 'cause god, look at you! so small next to him. he absolutely adores your hand in his, just shows him how big he is compared to you.

when he has you pinned to the bed, legs spread out showing off your pretty little cunt to him, just him. god, and you're so wet, letting him slip in a finger in so easily. one hand holding yours down, your knees pressing against your chest as he pushes himself onto you. revels in the fact he can just engulf your entire body with his larger one.

slips a few fingers in and out, seeing you squirm around trying to rub on him trying to get any form of friction. teases you by rubbing your clit, just a little. then when he's had enough, he'll stand up and let you watch as he slowly takes off his belt and let his cock spring free.

an arm to support him, your knees now next to your head because of the position, and his cock lined up with your cunt. he'll ram it in with no time for you to adjust (he's so mean). gets him all riled up seeing a bulge in your stomach. he'll grunt out your name and little comments about how you're "s'fucking small" and how you're taking him in sooo good. he'll put you in a mating press. eventually, he's just panting and moaning your name as you squeeze around him with a death grip on your hips and thighs.

god you look so cute as he fucks your brains out.

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